Duke, Actually

by Jenny Holiday

“You looked at me first.” “What?” What was he— Oh. Oh. She gasped as goosebumps rose on her skin. He remembered. She was frozen in place, shivering with his hand on her bare shoulder, his skin on her skin. She was his prey, and she could no sooner move than if he’d literally caught her in a trap. “Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

MY JAW DROPPED